Mask Off
In his mind, he envisioned her standing in front of him, a dominatrix submitting to him.
He grunted as the sticky liquid erupted from his nether, weakening his whole body.
Masturbating while fantasizing about a dead woman? Damn Jones, you are fucked up.
He rubbed his face and shrugged, picked up a tissue and cleaned his mess before sinking fully to his seat, exhausted but staring at the pictures trying to find clues.
The door to the office sprung open, Detective Kara walked in on her partner staring at the images of naked ladies with various organs chopped off.
"Jones, you are early," she announced her entrance, holding two coffees and some equal amount of burgers.
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